Kristen Ashley

Disordered house, disordered mind, disordered life, babe.”

Jazz, the sweet kind, from days gone by, not the saxophone-heavy new kind. Blues, Billie Holiday and Robert Johnson, nice. R&B, some rap and

including Luke, Hank and Eddie. Luke worked with Lee. Hank was his brother and a cop. Eddie was his friend and also a cop. The newspapers had broken the stories of

Tell him to go.”

“He’s not the kind of man you tell what to do,” I shared and I heard Max chuckle

Max,” I breathed, wanting him back.

“You like my cock,” he stated somewhat arrogantly and

Colorado had only put one man to death since 1976, Max had to make do with Harry not breathing free and

I never went soft. I was all hard. I’d built a shell around me no one could crack. I had reason. A really fucking good reason.

Problem was, I built that shell so hard, even I couldn’t break out of it

See? Life sucked. For everybody.

It was just that for some, they made their way to happy